Maybe Shell could eat her? I mean, her colossus body has a big enough "stomach" to house Ruvelia inside of it, right?
Ebeli Quest: How to Manage your Plot Devices and Save Creation
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
This does bring up a question- could Ruvelia's ability to flash forge intimacies keep up with Adorjan's ability to discard intimacies?
Carrnage
Human
- Location
- New Zealand
You're glossing over something, Adorjan likes to teach her version of enlightenment to those she loves before she discards her intimacy for them.
I thought Little Beam's mother was one of the Maidens.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Little Beam's mother's identity is fanon. All that's known is that Saturn sealed the records on his parentage.
The thing to remember about any god that claims to be the child of the Unconquered Sun is that you can't really prove it. Gods aren't born like people. When two gods to the whoopie, a fully grown god appears in a cabbage patch filled with kittens or some equivalent thereof. Therefor, there was no pregnancy, no childbirth, no baby pictures. One day, Little Beam appeared.
It should also be noted that most likely, since this is a classical mythology type setting, saying, "I am the child of one of the Incarnae" is kind of like saying "I have beaten I Want to Be The Guy." It makes you exceptional, yes. But it does not make you unique.
Honestly this just makes it sound like the Ebon Dragon's Fetich Soul would be the Unconquered Sun. Although that might just be because that's my head canon.
I mean, the Ebon Dragon already literally defines himself around the Unconquered Sun, and was the chief designer of him.
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Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Nope. Killing Sol doesn't cause TED to implode; he just laughs as his Imperfection closes. There's no metaphysical connection between them.
Imrix
Periodically Malevolent QM
Should The Sun Not Rise...
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I'm very well aware. He isn't, though, much to his shock. He's also VERY unpleasantly surprised by what happens if Sol dies:
- All Solar Exalted instantly gain a maxed-out Intimacy of Ebon Dragon (Righteous Vengeance).
- All Solar Exalted instantly regain all motes, Willpower and Virtue channels.
- All Solar Exalted instantly gain a dot of Essence, unless already at Essence 10.
- All Solar Exalted instantly learn any 10 Charms they meet the prerequisites for.
Chloe Sullivan
Subdefective
- Location
- 1630 Revello Drive, Sunnydale CA
You do realize that RotSE has been declared discontinuity by most of the Exalted fanbse right?
And we've already established that it is non-canon for this thread.
Murder Wind? Not on my watch!
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
[X]Defend the demons.
Sky goes to the front, parrying one sword into the ground, grabbing another by the hilt and swinging it into another flying blade. "Did I hear that right? Is he baiting Adorjan?"
"Who's Adorjan?" Ruvelia asks.
Shell slices one sword out of the air, throwing her shield up to deflect the blades from a frozen troupe of Anglykae. "You don't have her where you come from?"
Ruvelia shakes her head.
"We should visit sometime," Shell says, "Ebeli? Suggestions?"
"Defend the demons," you say, stepping out in front, "Shell, as many as you can. Sky, I need you to inspire them. I need them making noise. I'll banish the swords!"
You form the Seven Devil's Rebuke with your hands. Solar essence flares around you. You've never banished a demon inside Malfeas, but in theory it will just send them to where they're supposed to go. Which will hopefully be another layer or maybe inside the Ebon Dragon.
You can hear Sky atop a brass pillar, shouting orders to the demons. You can hear the roar of Shell's colossus form and the spark of the starmetal dome expanding around as many of the demons as possible.
You make the Mudra of Victory, and the swords still fly past you- you are not their target. They are not here to kill. Only silence.
You make the Calibration Denying Sign, and the spark becomes a storm within your hands, and you extend both hands towards the spilled blood of the Dragon.
"I invoke Adamant Circle Banishment!"
With a thundercrack, the swords, the blood, the filth, is gone. Sent to whatever layer of Malfeas it originates from, or to its progenitor. You don't care. But you turn when you hear Ruvelia's voice raise in song, joined by Sky's incitement. The music resumes and the songs play, the voices of cowering demons raising in unison with hers.
Voices raise from the buildings around you, along with the music of demonic instruments and more base sounds of banging pots and pans and swords against shields.
You look to the distance, and see something red and airy retreating, and let out a held in breath. "Let's go."
You can hear the sounds of battle- in the distance, like echoes. The Ebon Dragon retreated into the shadows with the Viator in pursuit, and from every shadow in Malfeas you could hear the sounds of the cathartic beating of the Shadow of All Things. It was wonderful, and you must bottle this feeling to sell it on the open market.
You still had problems, though. The white tower was gone, as was the brass forest. Instead, your options became brass streets and a swamp- and you knew better than to brave Metagos.
Ligier could see everything- his light shined upon all of Malfeas. But the shadows of the Ebon Dragon could block his light, and they were. Much of your path was shadowed by the dragon intentionally, and you walk through the musical and loud streets of the demon city with your companions, always waiting for the next shoe to drop.
The geography of Malfeas quickly made no sense, but you had a Yozi with a grudge against you so that was to be expected. One block lead to another on the ceiling layer of the layer you were just on. You were trying to get to Ligier's layer, where presumably he could then guide you to the estates of the Infernal Exalted. There, presumably, you would be safe.
But again, the Ebon Dragon had a grudge.
Indeed I do.
Hours after escaping the ambush of the swords of policy, a stomach bottle bug glows with unlight, channeling the power of its progenitor. It stands at your feet, smiling.
I must admit, I planned mostly for you coming with the Great Maker, but this will do as well.
You kick the bug out of the way and continue on. The insect pops, unable to contain the power of the Yozi, and is no more.
In the skies above, the Ebon Dragon emerges.
That was rude!
From above, the Viator descends, sweeping down upon the Dragon's eye with her beamklaive, but hits nothing.
Missed me!
And the Dragon retreats into the shadows, whooping the entire way. The Viator follows.
"So what happens if she kills him?" Sky asks.
"Hope she doesn't," you respond with a shrug and a sigh, "If the Dragon dies, all his subsouls die. That includes Mara and Erembour and the others who don't deserve death. More than that, the Dragon's own themes mean he could be as bad as an undead Autochthon."
Ruvelia nods. "The Engine made it a point to avoid consuming the Dragon. Even in his hunger he realized the folly."
You step across the boundary of another block, and the landscape again shifts. Now the music gets louder. You grip your staff tightly and peer around, finding yourself standing in a plaza. An open plaza of brass plants and great rivers of something liquid, all palatial and grand.
"Remember, the Dragon set this up thinking that we were bringing the Great Maker with us," you state, walking cautiously with your fellows through the park, hearing the sounds of music and clapping feet, "Keep this in mind. So..."
Oh.
Oh this feels familiar.
Oh shit.
You see it clearly, clear as day. Most likely Ligier does not, as the Dragon masks it from his vision. But across the clearing, clear enough for you to see, and accompanied by many a first and second circle demon and dancing in oblivious joy-
Is the Brass Dancer.
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Sky goes to the front, parrying one sword into the ground, grabbing another by the hilt and swinging it into another flying blade. "Did I hear that right? Is he baiting Adorjan?"
"Who's Adorjan?" Ruvelia asks.
Shell slices one sword out of the air, throwing her shield up to deflect the blades from a frozen troupe of Anglykae. "You don't have her where you come from?"
Ruvelia shakes her head.
"We should visit sometime," Shell says, "Ebeli? Suggestions?"
"Defend the demons," you say, stepping out in front, "Shell, as many as you can. Sky, I need you to inspire them. I need them making noise. I'll banish the swords!"
You form the Seven Devil's Rebuke with your hands. Solar essence flares around you. You've never banished a demon inside Malfeas, but in theory it will just send them to where they're supposed to go. Which will hopefully be another layer or maybe inside the Ebon Dragon.
You can hear Sky atop a brass pillar, shouting orders to the demons. You can hear the roar of Shell's colossus form and the spark of the starmetal dome expanding around as many of the demons as possible.
You make the Mudra of Victory, and the swords still fly past you- you are not their target. They are not here to kill. Only silence.
You make the Calibration Denying Sign, and the spark becomes a storm within your hands, and you extend both hands towards the spilled blood of the Dragon.
"I invoke Adamant Circle Banishment!"
With a thundercrack, the swords, the blood, the filth, is gone. Sent to whatever layer of Malfeas it originates from, or to its progenitor. You don't care. But you turn when you hear Ruvelia's voice raise in song, joined by Sky's incitement. The music resumes and the songs play, the voices of cowering demons raising in unison with hers.
Voices raise from the buildings around you, along with the music of demonic instruments and more base sounds of banging pots and pans and swords against shields.
You look to the distance, and see something red and airy retreating, and let out a held in breath. "Let's go."
You can hear the sounds of battle- in the distance, like echoes. The Ebon Dragon retreated into the shadows with the Viator in pursuit, and from every shadow in Malfeas you could hear the sounds of the cathartic beating of the Shadow of All Things. It was wonderful, and you must bottle this feeling to sell it on the open market.
You still had problems, though. The white tower was gone, as was the brass forest. Instead, your options became brass streets and a swamp- and you knew better than to brave Metagos.
Ligier could see everything- his light shined upon all of Malfeas. But the shadows of the Ebon Dragon could block his light, and they were. Much of your path was shadowed by the dragon intentionally, and you walk through the musical and loud streets of the demon city with your companions, always waiting for the next shoe to drop.
The geography of Malfeas quickly made no sense, but you had a Yozi with a grudge against you so that was to be expected. One block lead to another on the ceiling layer of the layer you were just on. You were trying to get to Ligier's layer, where presumably he could then guide you to the estates of the Infernal Exalted. There, presumably, you would be safe.
But again, the Ebon Dragon had a grudge.
Indeed I do.
Hours after escaping the ambush of the swords of policy, a stomach bottle bug glows with unlight, channeling the power of its progenitor. It stands at your feet, smiling.
I must admit, I planned mostly for you coming with the Great Maker, but this will do as well.
You kick the bug out of the way and continue on. The insect pops, unable to contain the power of the Yozi, and is no more.
In the skies above, the Ebon Dragon emerges.
That was rude!
From above, the Viator descends, sweeping down upon the Dragon's eye with her beamklaive, but hits nothing.
Missed me!
And the Dragon retreats into the shadows, whooping the entire way. The Viator follows.
"So what happens if she kills him?" Sky asks.
"Hope she doesn't," you respond with a shrug and a sigh, "If the Dragon dies, all his subsouls die. That includes Mara and Erembour and the others who don't deserve death. More than that, the Dragon's own themes mean he could be as bad as an undead Autochthon."
Ruvelia nods. "The Engine made it a point to avoid consuming the Dragon. Even in his hunger he realized the folly."
You step across the boundary of another block, and the landscape again shifts. Now the music gets louder. You grip your staff tightly and peer around, finding yourself standing in a plaza. An open plaza of brass plants and great rivers of something liquid, all palatial and grand.
"Remember, the Dragon set this up thinking that we were bringing the Great Maker with us," you state, walking cautiously with your fellows through the park, hearing the sounds of music and clapping feet, "Keep this in mind. So..."
Oh.
Oh this feels familiar.
Oh shit.
You see it clearly, clear as day. Most likely Ligier does not, as the Dragon masks it from his vision. But across the clearing, clear enough for you to see, and accompanied by many a first and second circle demon and dancing in oblivious joy-
Is the Brass Dancer.
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Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Malfeas will recognize Ruvelia on sight.
[X] Distract the Brass Dancer by challenging him to a dance-off.
Bloodless Murk Evasion. Or, if the Viator currently counts as a deva, the Ebon Dragon's adapted form of Unquestionable Yozi Authority. (The Ebon Dragon's cowardice prevents him from parrying attacks by any means, even if mimicking a Charm which allows perfect parrying. All he can do is dodge.)
[X] Distract the Brass Dancer by challenging him to a dance-off.
Bloodless Murk Evasion. Or, if the Viator currently counts as a deva, the Ebon Dragon's adapted form of Unquestionable Yozi Authority. (The Ebon Dragon's cowardice prevents him from parrying attacks by any means, even if mimicking a Charm which allows perfect parrying. All he can do is dodge.)
Carrnage
Human
- Location
- New Zealand
will he recognise ruvelia that been unity of the closed fist with others though?
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
On the other hand, we could have Ruvelia Bright Slap Malfeas.
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
[X] Distract the Brass Dancer by challenging him to a dance-off.
Maybe a literal Fan Dance?
This does seem our best bet to keep the Brass Dancer from getting a good look at her.
Maybe a literal Fan Dance?
This does seem our best bet to keep the Brass Dancer from getting a good look at her.
...I want this. So badly. I don't even care if its a terrible idea.
[X] Have Ruvelia Bright Slap the Brass Dancer.
- Location
- Earth: Universe Meta - 1
Malfeas wouldn't get Ruvelia back. Rather, we're worried that seeing Ruvelia as a what could have been will piss him off.
On the other hand, there's a time to run, and a time to be bold.
[X] Have Ruvelia Bright Slap the Brass Dancer.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Actually re-claiming Ruvelia would, right now, be impossible. She's summoned, so the rest of her- the White Tree- is in Tiferet. Even still, she wouldn't want to basically re-create Theion anyway. Ruvelia would let the past lay, and would rather help Malfeas move past his mistakes, to heal himself and grow beyond it. If one goes by the Ink Monkeys materials, such as the Infernal Manse with the possible proto-fetich growing in it, he may have taken some steps.
The main problem is that Malfeas, in a vacuum and without actions by us, with have one of two reactions to seeing Ruvelia.
1) Have an extreme by-even-the-standards-of-Malfeas shitfit to this calculated reminder of his greatest failure.
2) Order every demon in Malfeas and to by force seize Ruvelia and incorporate her into his soul structure, and give every Infernal in Malfeas the urge of SEIZE RUVELIA.
Vaalintine
Wild Wondorous Wolfalope
[X] Have Ruvelia get ready to draw on Tiferet if needed.
-[X] Make sure Tiferet is paying attention via Ruvelia.
-[X] If things turn sour, have Ruvelia call on Tiferet to possess her.
[X] Approach the Brass Dancer, tell him his sibling wishes to settle their grievances via battle. Have Ruvelia officiate the rules.
-[X] Warn Malfeas that TED is in the process of a betrayal of him.
-[X] Summon Autochthon if Malfeas agrees to a non-fatal bout.
-[X] If Malfeas attempts to integrate Ruvelia, implore him not to on the grounds it would lessen Ruvelia's perfection & authority.
-[X] Prove to Malfeas that the greatness of the past may still be attained by co-operation, not subjugation, and prove it by calling Ligier to team up with Ruvelia to demonstrate ULTIMATE COSMIC POWER.
Alright. Let's do this.
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-[X] Make sure Tiferet is paying attention via Ruvelia.
-[X] If things turn sour, have Ruvelia call on Tiferet to possess her.
[X] Approach the Brass Dancer, tell him his sibling wishes to settle their grievances via battle. Have Ruvelia officiate the rules.
-[X] Warn Malfeas that TED is in the process of a betrayal of him.
-[X] Summon Autochthon if Malfeas agrees to a non-fatal bout.
-[X] If Malfeas attempts to integrate Ruvelia, implore him not to on the grounds it would lessen Ruvelia's perfection & authority.
-[X] Prove to Malfeas that the greatness of the past may still be attained by co-operation, not subjugation, and prove it by calling Ligier to team up with Ruvelia to demonstrate ULTIMATE COSMIC POWER.
Alright. Let's do this.
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Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Re-creating Theion is impossible, even for the Exalted. He is gone and can never be reformed. Malfeas can become more than what he is*, but he can never become Theion again.
*Perhaps by being combined with Tiferet via the Exalted to become something greater than Theion ever was.
*Perhaps by being combined with Tiferet via the Exalted to become something greater than Theion ever was.